"What's wrong with now?" he asked.
Kim saw the girl's eyes light up with hunger at the sight of Max's cock. Her mistress might be a dyke, but the girl herself was, at most, AC-DC. Kim's cunt was a swamp of hunger for Max's prick. She knew she wouldn't get it. Max had eyes only for that delectable, hairless bung.
"On your face," the dyke ordered.
The ponytailed girl obeyed, turned her back on Kim and Max, and bending over, put her cheek to the ground.
Max grinned at Kim. Sensing her frustration, her jealousy, her misery, he knelt behind his victim. The woman clamped her legs around the young girl's waist, and spread the tight ass-cheeks for Max. With no lubrication except what his prick supplied, Max set the knob of his cock on the tightly-fucked rear entrance.
Kim's bung twinged in sympathy as Max bored in. His cock-head swelled and bulged from the pressure. With a moan, the girl managed to get half an inch of Max's pecker-tip into her tail. Her ass-ring spasmed and winked, and Max gradually gained ground. The sight of his cock slowly drilling into the little blonde's butt made Kim's insides sizzle.
Max gripped his prey's slender thighs as he rammed his cock slowly inward. The muscles in his neck stood out with the strain as he powered his prick into her ungreased rear. The skin of his cock wrinkled from the friction as he sank it into her depths. He didn't show any consideration for her soreness from the beating, just rammed his cock full-depth into her asshole.
Kim could see the girl fondling her streaming cunt with her shackled hands. She was reaching back between her slender thighs as she took cock up her tail. The moons from the ponytailed youngster were moans of lust, not agony.
Max drew his cock out and powered it back in. Her asshole dragged out, then was pushed in from the brutal friction. Max speeded up his strokes, moved faster as the ring embracing his cock loosened with lust. His balls swung and rapped her sopping pussy, then began to knot up against his grow.
His cock leaped and pumped, and Kim jerked and heaved against the ropes. She was mad with hunger for the jism her muter was gushing into the girl's rear. Max emptied his balls into her tight shitter, then hauled his soiled cock out. Before her tail hole had closed completely, the blonde was squirming free of her mistress, turning and licking Max's cock clean.
"Filthy little slut," the dyke woman snorted as her charge finished.
"Isn't she though," Max said casually.
Bob, calling from the patio, broke into their little scenario. Kim stopped fighting the ropes. Max fucked his dick back in and zipped up as the blonde dragged her slave to her feet.
"Got a treat for you tonight," Bob announced. "Eva's slavery takes another step forward, or should I say downward? Or upward? Anyway, tonight she gets two fresh symbols of her enslavement." He held up two pairs of interlocked rings. "Tit-rings."
Kim whimpered deep in her throat. They looked like oversized loop earrings for pierced ears. Only the larger rings were cold, black iron.
"Come here," Bob ordered his slender, naked wife.
Silently, her chained hands clasped in front of her, Eva stepped forward. Two men came out of the house with what looked like a huge dining-room table. At each corner of the polished wood there were steel eyebolts. In the center there was a wide black leather belt. They stood the table on end at the edge of the patio.
As the guests moved onto the grass so they could see, Eva was led to the table. Max unfastened the chain between her wrists and shackled them to the eyebolts at the top of the table. He left no slack. He did the same thing to her ankles, spread Eva as wide as Kim had been all evening. He finished the job by fastening the leather belt around Eva's waist, buckling it tight so it held her immobile against the hard wood.
"She might scream a little, so I'll use a gag," Bob said. He fastened a thick leather strap around her head and over her mouth. The belt had a thick wad of leather that he jammed between her teeth.
"Blindfold," Bob said, grabbing a mask. It, too, was shiny black leather, and buckled tightly around her head.
Kim could see the sweat trickling from Eva's armpits as she stood there strapped to the board. Her chest was lifting and failing with her ragged, fear-racked breathing. Her nipples were sharp and hard, rigid with arousal. The inner labes of her pussy were distended and crimson.
Eva looked like a pagan sacrifice. The torches danced and fucked. Ghostly light played over her sweat-shiny body. Her muscles writhed as she tested the tight bonds. Her head twisted and turned as she fought the gag and blindfold.
"You've done this before, Eric," Bob said to the Nordic man with the Chinese girl. "How about helping?"
"Sure," Eric agreed pleasantly. He walked over to him.
"These will just be temporary rings," Max told Kim. "After she heals, Bob will rivet permanent rings through her tits."
Kim felt her pussy drizzle with lust. Her tits were aching as if they were going to be pierced. She whimpered, struggled against the ropes. She was unable to take her eyes off Eva's straining body.
Bob wheeled the barbecue over beside his helpless wife. Two long skewers with wooden handles were protruding from the coals.
"The hotter the better," Eric noted.
Bob withdrew one of the skewers. It was needle sharp. The point was a dull yellow-orange. It faded quickly to red, then black as the cool night air touched it. "Hot enough?" Bob asked.
"When it first comes out would be best," Eric answered. "Put that one back in and get ready to yank out the other one."
"Right," Bob agreed, gripping the handle of the second skewer.
"Wait a second," Eric cautioned. He cupped his hand under Eva's right boob. Pinching, in with his thumb and fingers made her mound jut outward sharply. Her tit was so stiff and erect it looked like it was eager for what was to come.
With his free hand, Eric grabbed a scorched piece of wood. He positioned it beside Eva's jutting tit. "Okay, on the count of three."
Bob nodded.
"One."
Eva stiffened.
"Take a deep breath, Eva," Eric ordered. "Two!"
Eva's chest rose.
"Hold it, hold your breath!" Eric snapped.
Kim wanted to close her eyes and look away, but couldn't. She could feel tears running down her cheeks.
"Three!"
Bob whipped the skewer from the barbecue. The tip was white hot. He aimed the needle at Eva's rigid nipple. Wisps of pine-scented smoke rose from the chunk of wood as he used it as a guide for his thrust.
There was a hiss as the skewer slid quickly and smoothly through Eva's tit. Eva's body jerked and snapped against the straps binding her as the iron passed completely through her nipple. Only the straps and Eric's firm, steady grip on her kept her from tearing her tit on the needle drilling through it. Her scream of agony was muffled by the gag jamming her mouth.
Kim smelled burning flesh and fought down the urge to vomit. As she watched, the needle was drawn out of Eva's tit. Bob picked up one of the tit-ring sets. In seconds the heavy ring was dangling from Eva's skewered nipple. She was racked by gut-wrenching shudders that made the ring dance from her tit.
"Now the other one," Bob said, shifting the barbecue around to Eva's other side. Eric gripped her other tit and positioned the board.
Either this piercing hurt less, or Eva was half unconscious from the shock of the first one. At any rate, she didn't jerk and heave as much when the white-hot needle pierced her tender flesh. Then the second ring was in place, and Bob was wheeling the barbecue out of the way.
Eva hung limply from the cuffs and belts. Her head lolled. Bob and Eric unfastened her, and Bob carried her into the house.
Eric came back for his woman. Thanking Max for holding her, he took the leash, hooked it around his wrist, and then ordered, her to get his cock out.